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I belong to an era where he who meditates is forced to weaken his time

Where he who sticks to ancient promises sinks and brings with him

His essences, his odors and his humble intentions

I’m gripped in my desire, I’m stopped by my hindrance

I’m looking for vital space but I implode

Oppressed by my moral load I stay in a place

I belong to a time, I struggle against

An ethics that doesn’t appertain to me.

I oppose, but I see my enemy darkened

My accomplice patiently waiting for light’s arrival

I fill myself with internal force, studying the winning strategy

It has come, I bracket it

He’s strange, I see him

I observe him, I feel him

He goes ahead and tales possession of his features

I feel him, I see him

Oddly known, painfully known

Tragically identical.

I implode while I’m blocking my blood

The bitter accomplice takes me back, I cannot bar

I cannot refute it before having understood

Why I must live to fight my uncompromising instinct

I belong to an era where the enemy is not always out of me.